Monday, August 24, 2009
Aenigma
I wait, untouched
Till the end of days
the body passed but the spirit whole
for Him,
essence of morning glory
flutter of dove feathers
three drops of sorrow dew
form by dreams
He is never there,
only messages
written in wind, water and fire
bridge unfound to cross
Time spins in circles
He watches you,
I saw
and envy...
Till the end of days
the body passed but the spirit whole
for Him,
essence of morning glory
flutter of dove feathers
three drops of sorrow dew
form by dreams
He is never there,
only messages
written in wind, water and fire
bridge unfound to cross
Time spins in circles
He watches you,
I saw
and envy...
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